I dined on the remains of yesterday’s dinner. At home all day and thank God pretty busy. In the evening very busy a-writing, for during the evening I wrote 8 letters and some of them very long ones…
In the afternoon several smart showers of snow. How pleasant was a winter evening in the lifetime of my dear Peggy! The greatest worldly happiness and pleasure I then knew was the enjoyment of her entertaining and delightful company, as much alone as possible. But now to be alone is to be unhappy, or at best unpleasant…